Fred and Ed:

Fred and Ed sit at the bar.

Ed looks at his watch.

Ed: What day is tomorrow?

Fred: what?

Ed: What day…

Fred: What?

Ed: what day is…

Fred: What?

Ed: whatdayistomorrow?

Fred: Why?

Ed: I think my watch stopped.

Fred: what day is tomorrow?

Ed: I don’t know, I think my watch stopped.

Fred: what time does it say?

Ed looks at his watch.

Ed: nine, March 15, 1999.

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